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Please note that Harry isn't just an ass in the beginning of this story, he is abusive to Louis. This does change towards the middle/end but please read with that in mind.
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Louis took a deep breath crawling across the tall grass on his hands and feet. He scurried past a bush, peaking out to make sure the coast was clear.
The short omega dashed to the high walls, digging his nails into the concrete. It hurt, but it would definitely hurt more to go through the barbed wire.
He looked around quickly, walking with his back dragging against the rough stone. Louis cut his eyes at the silence, pupils focusing on the tall wolf statues surrounding the immense home.
He should probably leave.
He stole from people quite often –it took practice and patience. He was small, so that helped him get past guards. Pharmacies had scent blockers so no one could smell him coming. They only lasted a short time, so he had to work fast.
Louis had just moved to this area after being black-listed in his hometown. He had a high price over his head –dead or alive.
Louis may have ‘stolen’ a crown that he made for the King’s wife. He’d taken months to finish sculpting it –it was not his fault that the Queen was made of trash. It was not his fault for snatching the crown off her disgusting head.
He made it –if she didn’t like it, he had every right to take it back.
Although no one else thought so.
He’s been living in Arizella for about two months. Arizella is the capital of Gilden. Gilden is a country belonging to wolves.
He was born in Wereborn, living there is entire life. Arizella is said to be where you begin life. It is a beautiful land, prosperous –the people are kind. Royals in Arizella made sure their people were not starving or homeless –people were safe in Arizella.
And that is why he was there.
States cannot cross over other states to make arrests, depending on the offense. If Louis had killed Royalty –he would be dead by now.
Stealing from Royalty is punishable by death. Each state has its own ways of performing the act. In Wereborn, you are killed in front of the square. People travel just to see executions.
Because Louis stole from Royalty, Wereborn can hunt him down and bring him back, but –because he is in Arizella, they cannot. They are the law of their own land, as long as Louis doesn’t get in trouble here, he is safe.
He’s trying to start over –begin a life of not stealing, but he is hungry.
Louis learned a few things during his short life; no one likes omegas, unless they are submissive. No one feeds you, unless you feed them first. No one cares about you, unless you are important.
So, Louis took care of himself.
He looked back at the concrete wall, considering leaving. If he left, there was no food –if he didn’t, he’d eat. If he gets caught, Louis will be killed.
One more night hungry shouldn’t kill him.
It is just best if he leaves, so he is.
He jogged backwards before taking off. He made it just halfway up the wall when he was pulled back to earth. The omega mewled in pain, clutching his shoulder. He growled at the guard standing tall over him, exposing his canines, keeping his eyes open wide for movement. Louis scurried back, fist bawled tight; growling louder when the alpha came closer.
The guard was unmoved –it was so dark, he couldn’t even see his eyes.
The omega screamed at the pain against his back, not registering how fast the alpha slammed into him. He pulled Louis up by his throat, pulling him from the wall just to slam him back against it. The alpha did this three times, building up a numb pain over the stretch of his skin. He hung limp, air supply cut off by the hand that squeezed his neck hopelessly harder.
Louis coughed weakly, legs swinging back and forth slowly. He grabbed onto the guard’s arm, tugging hard at it as if it would help. The omega blinked at different times, tears flooding his eyes from the lack of oxygen.
Louis’ eyes rolled backwards, mouth sputtering a bunch of nothings. He screamed once more when, his head this time, knocked into the concrete –generating a soft buzz through his ears.
He had almost left.
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When he woke up –it was dark.
His eyes had always adjusted to the dark very well, but it was so dark all he could see was spots. He groaned for a whole minute when he tried moving. Everything hurt –every inch and crevice of his skin was on fire.
A shaky hand reached behind his head, touching the lump that shaped there. He whimpered, feeling over his throat. It burned when he tried to swallow –each gulp felt like rubber –he was so thirsty.
Louis cried harder when he tried reaching his back –his shirt was torn and wet –bloody. Louis moved from his spot slowly, hissing at the pain that tapped danced on each nerve.
He reached out hesitantly, whining when he touched something. He reached out again, frowning. Louis touched around the dark space some more, hands connecting with more wall. He spread out both arms, able to touch two walls at once.
Louis’ lips parted, hot tears rolling down his face. “No,” He croaked. “No...” The omega crawled forward, not getting far, touching metal. “Help…” He tried, throat not cooperating. He punched the metal, regretting it immediately when the vibration went straight to his back.
He cowered slowly to the corner he came from, pulling his knees up close. If he closed his eyes and didn’t move, then he was at his cave –his home. He complained a lot about his cave –that it was cold, wet –with a stupid rabbit that always came inside and slept on him.
Louis wanted his cave –wet, cold –he wanted the rabbit, he named him Thumb because he always bit Louis’ thumb.
The omega cried pathetically, crying harder when he felt himself needing to pee.
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Louis whimpered when the metal door opened. He’d been sitting in his own pee for –well –it felt like days, he didn’t know.
He shielded his eyes from the light, screaming when he was dragged out by his hair. He held onto the arm pulling him, mostly for comfort –omegas needed social interaction whether Louis liked the fact or not. He held on tight, trying to keep his back off the ground.
He opened his eyes only for a second, catching a glance at many little metal doors. Louis yelped when he was stood up straight, “go.”
His legs ached horribly, numb from being in one position for so long. Louis hugged his body, lip hanging sadly. He touched around blindly, keeping his eyes tightly shut. “I –I cannot,” his throat had only gotten worse. It also didn’t help how dry his mouth was and he was still starving. “I can –I c –cannot.” He whined even when it hurt, begging for help. Louis fell to the floor when he tried taking a step, feeling around –searching helplessly for freedom.
He picked him up and Louis dug his face into his neck, sniffing around pathetically for a pheromone that was never going to be released for him. He sniffed him anyway –it was the same person who almost killed him, but Louis didn’t care much. It was someone –anyone.
He gripped his shirt with both hands, tugging roughly when he tried putting him down. “No,” He whined, “no…”
The alpha pulled him off easily, dropping Louis to the ground with a loud slap. He didn’t move for a while; the pain was excruciating –so he just stayed there. Even when the burning water touched his skin –he didn’t move. Even as he was undressed and scrubbed –he didn’t move.
Because it was the nicest treatment he’d felt since being in that small space.
He whimpered when it was over –when he began shaking at the cold tile. He grabbed onto him, opening his eyes every few seconds but never catching an actual glimpse of him. He almost moaned when he was picked up with a towel. He sniffed at the male again, curling deeper into his arms.
“Sir.”
Louis pressed his nose into the alpha’s chest, fully exhausted.
“What is this?”
“The omega that made it over our wall.”
“In flesh?”
“Yes.”
Louis whined at the steps being taken towards him. He screamed, clutching the guard hard, “no –no!”
Warm hands took him from the hands he was growing familiar with. It didn’t matter, he hid his face, a scent slapping him hard. He made small noises in the back of his throat, coughing when it hurt. Louis bit hard on the alpha’s shirt, ignoring the weird material.
“Is he blind?”
“No, he has been in the box for three days. He will not open his eyes.”
Louis felt a heat near his face, so he leaned up to greet it halfway. His nose touched skin and he began panting, praying to everything good that he could stay put.
“Does he have a name?”
“I do not know, sir, I was waiting for your rut to finish before releasing him.”
“Thank you, Zayn.” The male began walking, Louis cradled close in his arms. “Dim the lights.”
Louis sobbed when he was set down on the floor. His hands searched for comfort, “no…” He cried, “–no.” His back was burning from the air hitting it –his head was throbbing.
“Open your eyes, omega.”
Louis shook his head quickly, whining. He kept looking for warmth, ignoring when the towel slipped off. He was covered shortly after, grabbing onto the strong smell. It was an alpha –it had to be an alpha. He shook his head when the male pushed him away.
“Open your eyes, omega.”
Louis didn’t, he removed the towel instead and the alpha laughed. He re-covered him, gently picking him up, “smart omega.” Louis sniffed at his neck, relaxing into the strong muscle when the alpha finally sat down. “Bring me water.” He touched Louis’ eye lids, rubbing circles on each one. “Come now, omega, open your eyes.”
Louis eyes took a minute to open, he really didn’t want to. He stared at the alpha’s chest first, stinging tears helped moisturize his eyes. He touched over the chest in the dim light before looking up.
He was Royal, no surprise. The alpha had a crown on, long hair underneath it. His shirt was covered in diamonds, Louis had been chewing on diamonds. He wanted to cry more, because if he was recognized –he was dead.
“There you go,” He smiled, rubbing underneath Louis’ puffy wet eyes. “What is your name?”
Louis shook his head.
The alpha raised a brow, “you do not have one?”
Louis blinked slowly, back aching; he moved his shaking hand to his face, rubbing his wet cheek. “No.”
Harry grinned, exposing sharp white canines. “What is your name, omega?” He leaned closer, “tell me.”
Louis frowned, “L –Louis…”
“Hm,” The alpha smiled wider. “I am Harry –this is my home. You’ve trespassed on my property.” Harry brushed away the tears that fell on his red cheeks, “in flesh –can you transform?”
Louis nodded slowly.
“I see. Then why would you climb in flesh when it would be easier to transform?”
Louis’ lip trembled, he opened his mouth –nothing.
“Hm,” Harry hummed, leaning back. “Because it is very hard to steal when you are in transformation –is it not? Your scent blockers do not work on my wolves –nor on anyone in this home. –Thieves use scent blockers.”
Hot tears fell past his eyes and Harry chuckled.
“Omega –Louis.” He sat up, “you are not from Arizella, are you?” Harry grabbed his arm, holding it up to his face. Louis’ birthmark was on that arm. You were marked as a child –each mark corresponding to a different location. “You are from Wereborn.” Harry let his arm go, “what are you doing here?”
Louis wanted to run, but he would just fall –embarrass himself. His legs hadn’t been used in a while, he’d been stuck in a small space for what felt like so long. He whimpered when Harry asked the question again. “I left…”
“The water.” He took it from a other, putting it to Louis’ lips, “drink –your throat must hurt.” Louis took small sips, sighing even if it felt like rocks. “Now, you left –why?”
Louis shook his head again.
“Did you steal from there too?”
Louis shook his head faster.
Harry smiled slowly, lifting the glass, pouring it over his face. Louis spluttered for a moment, blinking away the cold water from his lashes. Harry gave away the cup, grabbing his face in one hand, “I do not like liars –lie to me again and I will cut out your tongue.” Louis’ eyes grew big. “Now,” Harry released his face. “Are you a thief?”
Louis nodded immediately, “y –y –yes.”
“And you were going to steal –from me?”
He nodded again.
“Hm,” Harry moved, pushing Louis out of his lap and onto the marble floor. “Everyone,” Harry stepped over him, ignoring his cries of pain. “What do I do with thieves?”
The group bowed, “death.”
Harry looked down at Louis, “give me one reason –just one, why I should not kill you right now?”
Louis trembled, trying to sit up, “I –I – I can cl –clean.” He sobbed, legs and throat in so much pain. “I –I can cook…”
Harry nodded, uninterested, “give me a knife.”
“No!” Louis cried, raspy, holding out a hand. “I –I can –I can sow, paint, I am an artist!”
“Mmhm.” The alpha rolled the blade, staring at his sharp reflection. “Anything else?” He strolled closer, blinking slowly, “hm? Anything else, omega?”
Louis stared at the knife, then at the alpha. “I am –a virgin…”
Harry smiled mischievously, squatting, “now, this has my attention.” Louis swallowed hard, flinching when Harry tucked the knife under his chin. “Go on.”
“I –I am, I swear.”
“Hm, I believe you.” He lifted the knife slowly, dragging the tip over Louis’ dehydrated lips. He poked at the soft flesh with little pressure, “You will be my lover.”
Louis nodded fearfully, crying when Harry grabbed the back of his neck. “Yes!”
Harry smiled, “a fake lover.”
The ache in Louis’ body disappeared for a moment, “Wha-?”
“You will pretend to be my bride, my omega.” Harry moved the knife away, fingers rubbing the back of Louis’ neck. “You are a virgin in body and in bond.” He licked his lips, “I will bond with you and then, once I obtain what I need, I will break it.”
Tears dripped down Louis’ cheeks, but he nodded. He never cared for his virginity, nor for bonds –and, it seemed, no one else did either.
“You are in Arizella, which I am sure you know. I rule over Arizella, all of it.” Louis swallowed hard. “My beings have begun to doubt my ruling.” He pinched Louis’ cheek, “simply because they think I cannot be with an omega for more than a week –and they are right to think so.” He shrugged, “so, I’ve been looking for an omega to bond with, but no sane omega would ever agree to also break a bond.”
Louis swallowed hard, “…oh…”
“But that, omega, is where you come in. If you are running from Wereborn, it is most likely that they want your head on a platter. They tend to be savages.” Harry glanced down at Louis’ birth mark, “I am sure you have seen first-hand how they kill in front of everyone –even publicize it –just terrible.” The alpha leaned loser, lips hovering just over Louis’. “You stay for a while, I bond you, everyone is back on my side,” He smiled. “And you do not die for a few months.”
“…m-m-onths?”
“Yes, months. I will say you died.”
“D-died?”
“We can go over specifics later, but first, I need a yes.”
Louis looked around slowly, forgetting the others in the room. “I –I am not Royalty.”
“Oh, you will learn.” Harry moved back, holding out a hand. “Do we have an agreement?”
Louis nodded slowly, “–yes…”
Harry smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners, “perfect.” He looked back, “bring me Julie.”